This is a song about "Gun and knife criime"

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

And it cuts like a knife. whenever i think of it.

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen

I told em neva bring a knife to a gun fight

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Like to go out and knife carve

I be murdering bars

It's trife, the strife inside this life, a knife and gun we carry,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

When bret hart meet brett farve

Like to go out and knife carve

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Like to go out and knife carve